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Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Bennett's Birth Story

Happy Tuesday, friends! 
I hope everyone had a fabulous Labor Day weekend...we definitely did because BENNETT CAME HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL YESTERDAY!!! Hooray!!!

Now that I have a little more time on my hands because I'm not driving up to the hospital 3 times a day, I wanted to sit down and write his birth story out, before I forget all of the details!

I was originally supposed to get induced on August 27, a whole month before my actual due date. I think I mentioned this on here before, but my placenta was in the back, making it very difficult for my doctor to transfuse blood to Bennett once he got bigger. My high risk doctor said he wouldn't do any more blood transfusions in utero after about 32/33 weeks, so we were all crossing our fingers that Bennett would make it 3 weeks after my last transfusion without getting super anemic. However, my doctor got a little concerned that Bennett had gone through so much blood between transfusions #2 and #3 (#3 was the last transfusion), so he consulted with the NICU doctors and they all agreed to move my induction date up by a few days. Instead of getting induced at 35 weeks and 4 days, they would induce at 35 weeks exactly, just in case Bennett was getting anemic (there isn't a very good way to tell if baby is getting anemic after so many transfusions, except for regular MCA scans that I had been getting as well as doing BPPs and NSTs. Bennett looked great on all of these things, but my doctor wanted to be conservative and err on the side of caution). 

So! I probably should have gone in the night before, like I did when I got induced with Lucas, but the hospital was full, so instead I reported for duty at 7:30 AM on Thursday, August 23. 


We took one last family of 4 picture before Trav and I left for the hospital!

The labor and delivery floor was insane that morning...my OB jokingly said people were coming in off the street in labor! Because I wasn't anywhere close to being in active labor yet, I waited in triage until about 12:00 PM. 
While in triage, I got this balloon catheter thing put in to help me dilate, and HOLY MOLY did that thing hurt. So much blood everywhere (eek, sorry!). It was awful. I got it put in at 9 AM and was literally counting down the hours until my doctor would take it out at 9 PM. 

By the time we finally got moved to a regular L&D room around lunchtime, I was STARVING. They wouldn't let me have anything except clear liquids! So all I ate the whole day was popsicles and jello.


I was so freaking hungry all day! 

Once we got settled in our room, they started me on pitocin around 1:00. It took a little while to start feeling contractions, but once I felt them start to get stronger, I immediately asked for the epidural (I had also asked for it while we were still in triage, at like 10 AM! Ha! I wanted to make sure I got one!). So around 3:30-ish, I got my epidural. And let me tell you, it was the best epidural out of all 3 deliveries. OMG, it was magical! 


I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening napping and trying not to think about how hungry I was. I had to constantly lay on my side, because when I was on my back, Bennett's heart rate would drop and my blood pressure would get super low. My low blood pressure, combined with all of the drugs made me super nauseous and shaky. My hands could not be still! Around 9:00, the doctor came in to take out that God-awful catheter thing and break my water! When she did, she also checked me...I was 6 cm dilated! Upon breaking my water, my doctor saw some meconium in the fluid, which freaked me out, because now I had yet one more thing to worry about with this baby. 


The doctor and nurses had me to continue to lay on my side with a big old peanut ball thing between my legs. Let's just say I have been in more comfortable positions. Between the crazy low blood pressure, shaking, and intense hunger, I basically wanted to die/get this baby out immediately. 

The nurses told me to call them as soon as I felt pressure down there to push. They kept checking me, and I was only at like 7 cm. I was so worried I was going to have a c-section at this point because I really wasn't progressing much, and baby's hear rate kept dropping. Thankfully, a little after 12:30 AM I started feeling more pressure...the nurses checked me and I was 9 cm! I was also excited because it was now August 24...which meant baby was going to have an all even-numbered birthday! (I hate odd numbers and it kills me Ella and Lucas both have odd numbers in their birthdays!)

I quickly got to 10 cm and was ready to push! I pushed through 2 contractions, maybe about 10 minutes, and Bennett was here at 1:13 AM! 

We did not know gender, and I was about 80% sure it was a boy. As soon as I saw Bennett, even before I saw his "boy part," I knew he was a boy because he looked exactly like Lucas!!! And then the doctor let Travis say, "It's a boy!" 


Because I was induced at 35 weeks, we weren't sure what kind of condition Bennett would be in. Thankfully, he came out crying and had good color, so I got to hold him right away! Also, this is so random but he smelled so good! Is that not weird?! He had such a newborn smell to him!! It smelled like...diapers and baby powder maybe? I don’t know, I just remember holding him for the first time and thinking “he smells like such a newborn!” 

Anyway, then they took him over to the warmer to wipe him down, measure him and do all that good stuff! They also suctioned him out really well, and I don't think he swallowed any of the meconium that had been found when my water was broken! 


He was a good weight (6 pounds, 2 ounces) and he was doing really well! They were keeping an eye on his breathing though. I feel so lucky that they gave him back to me to do a little skin-to-skin while they monitored his breathing. I honestly thought he would be immediately whisked away to the NICU right after birth, so I was soaking up this short hour of baby snuggles that I got to have! 




While we were snuggling with Bennett, his oxygen saturation level was a little low. It was supposed to be 95%-100% and his was in the low 90s%. The nurse from the NICU decided to take him to the NICU for monitoring. Looking back, I'm surprised they didn't take Bennett to the NICU for his real issue (hyperbilirubinemia and HDN), but hey, I guess anything to get him where he needs to be, right?! So we kissed our sweet baby goodbye. The nurse made it seem like she was going to bring him right back, but...this is not my first rodeo, guys. I knew Bennett was going to that NICU for quite a while! 



The crazy thing is, at birth, Bennett's hemoglobin was 14! 14! That's a really high, healthy number. And that was the whole reason I got induced early...we all thought his hemoglobin at birth would be like an 8 or 9. What a little trickster! 

Bennett came off the c-pap to help him breathe within 12 hours, and Travis and I went to the NICU to see him for the first time at like 4:30 that morning (yeah, we didn't sleep at all that Thursday into Friday night!). Looking back, it wasn't nearly as traumatizing as it was when Lucas got admitted to the NICU. Mostly because I knew he was in the right place to help get him healthy ASAP! 

I was crazy sore the next few days, especially in my hips (probably from those hours of laying on my side with that damn peanut ball), and the cramping was a lot worse than I remembered from Ella and Lucas! 

But, we all survived! This delivery gave me a lot more anxiety than Ella's or Lucas's did, but it also went much better than I thought it would! We are so blessed that Bennett arrived safely and (somewhat) healthy, and we are SO happy he is here...and FINALLY HOME!

Friday, July 13, 2018

A Very Eventful 5 on Friday!

Happy Friday! This week has been a doozy!!


1. If you follow me on Instagram (@fergmindy), you probably already saw all of the drama that unfolded around here Tuesday and Wednesday. In case you missed it, here is as brief of a synopsis as I can give: 
(warning: it is not that brief!)

I went in for my bi-weekly scan on Tuesday. It was not good. Baby's MoM score was 1.59. (If it's higher than 1.5, that means baby is anemic.) Also, the doctor found my fluid levels to be high, which goes right along with that anemia. So I needed to get baby a blood transfusion ASAP. Lucas, Ella and I (oh, yes, I had both children with me!) were sent on a wild goose chase: first to get admitted to the hospital (a day early? I don't understand this at all, I just did as I was told!), then to the blood bank to do some blood work, and finally to my regular OB's office to get a steroid shot (they give steroids in case baby goes into distress and they have to deliver!). 

Wednesday morning, I had to be at the hospital at 10:30 AM. They got an IV in and started doing a bunch of paperwork and monitored baby. At 11:58, they gave me a shot of terbutaline, which is supposed to relax your uterus so you don't go into labor. It also makes your heart race and makes you feel like you've had about 10 cups of coffee! Because of this, by the time the nurses came to get me at 12:00 right on the dot, I was shaking uncontrollably! They wheeled me from triage down to the procedure room, where I continued to get even shakier (is that a word?!). Once in the procedure room, there were so many people and needles and sterile dressings in there, I just started freaking out and crying. Thankfully Travis was with me! I had told him not to come; that I'd be fine, but I'm thankful he's stubborn and came anyway! I definitely needed him there to calm me down! Anyway, the first thing they did was shoot a paralytic into my stomach, right into baby's thigh to paralyze the baby. This makes it easier for the transfusion, so baby doesn't kick or grab a needle! Travis watched it on the ultrasound monitor (I was still too freaked out to look at anything!) and said it was really cool to see the needle go right into its thigh! Then, they gave me a shot of some local anesthesia on my stomach, while we waited for the paralytic to take action and for baby to stop moving. Apparently, this baby is very feisty because the paralytic did not really work, and baby moved the entire time! Anyway, after the anesthesia, they stuck a needle in to the umbilical cord to get a sample of baby's blood. They had a guy from the lab right in the room and he was able to get a reading for baby's hemoglobin right away...it was 7.3! Yikes. That is really low. So the doctor prepped 3 large tubes of blood to transfuse. Because my placenta is in back, it made it really tricky to do this transfusion (of course), so they had to snake around with the needle to get it in just the right spot. Luckily, they got the needle in the right spot on the first try and were able to do the transfusion successfully! We could watch the whole procedure on the ultrasound monitor, which was really kind of amazing. Every 30-60 seconds, they would check baby's heartbeat. Everything was very well-monitored and controlled. After transfusing 60cc of blood, the doctor said if baby's hemoglobin was 13 or 14, he would stop. We took another sample, gave it to the blood guy, and it came back at 13.1. So we stopped there! The whole process only took about 15 minutes, but it really was more emotionally draining than anything else!


I was wheeled back to triage where they monitored me and baby for another 2.5 hours and then I was free to go home to Ella and Lucas! I have a follow-up visit on Monday, when they will decide the date of the next transfusion. I will probably have to have 2-4 more transfusions before baby is born, but it all depends on a whole bunch of factors that I won't even get into because this has already gotten too long! ;) Whew!

2. Ok, if you're still reading, I promise the next 4 things are quick! 
Before my crazy appointment Tuesday, I had promised Ella and Lucas we could go to Chick Fil-A for Cow Appreciation Day (you get free Chick Fil-A if you dress like a cow)! Since we had 128592 "errands" to run after the appointment to get ready for my transfusion the next day, we totally missed lunch at Chick Fil-A...but thankfully made it up there for dinner! 


I am still shocked (but actually, not really) that Lucas was not terrified of the cow! He ran right up to it screaming "Moo! Cow! Moo! Cow!" and gave it a big high five!

3. My transfusion just happened to be on Slurpee Day (7/11), so all I could think while I was sitting in the hospital being monitored was FREE SLURPEE. As soon as I got home, I grabbed the kids and we high-tailed it up to our nearest 7-11 for free slurpees! I may or may not have had my own and half of Lucas's ;) 


4. Prior to all the craziness this week, we made a trip out to the sunflower field on Monday! When we arrived, I was so sad to see that we were a little too late this year and most of the sunflowers were dead!!! We've gone as late as July 20 in past years, so I'm not sure why they were already done on July 9 this year...but we tried to make the best of it and I think I still got a few good pics. 








Note to self: next year go at the end of June!!!

5. Apparently there's a sale at Nordstrom?!?! Haha. I honestly haven't even had time to look through everything...but what should I buy?!?! I did see a Dock-a-Tot on there that was reasonably priced, so I'm wondering if Baby #3 needs one of those?! If you have one, please let me know if this is something I really need to get! 

Last, I just want to say THANK YOU so much to everyone who reached out and texted/called/messaged me this week!!! It means so much to have so many wonderful friends and family praying for our baby!!! 

Have a great weekend, and please keep your fingers crossed that Baby Ferg has a less eventful week next week!!! :) 

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

My Biggest Struggle {ISO and HDN Explained}

{Alternative title: So, what was really wrong with Lucas?!}

I'm linking up for the very first time with Momfessionals for Show and Tell Tuesday! This week's topic is "The struggle is real" (story of my life!). I figured, since people are still asking me what all happened with Lucas last year, I might as well share that as my "struggle." Go big or go home, right?! 


I also wanted to write this post because since Lucas was born, I have found a Facebook group (there are Facebook groups for everything these days, aren't there?!) with 760 ladies from all over the world  who suffer from the same condition as me. I have learned so much from this group and wanted to share with anyone who might also be going through this. There is hardly anything on the internet about this whole situation, so if someone happens to Google "isoimmunization in pregnancy" and finds this, I hope I can help them! (Also, the Facebook group is secret, but if you have ISO, please please message me and I can get you added!) 

Warning: this is really long and full of lots of medical information, and I realize that's not for everyone. Feel free to skip this post if you're not into it! :)

Ok, first: What is my condition?

I have something called Isoimmunization, or ISO (yes like "in search of" haha!). This is basically what happened to me: because I have a negative blood type, when I gave birth to Ella, somehow her positive blood crossed over and mixed with my negative blood. My body saw this positive blood as a foreign antigen and developed antibodies to fight it. Obviously it was fine to do this after Ella was born, because she was already out of my body...but then when I became pregnant with Lucas (who also has a positive blood type), my body saw his red blood cells as foreign and amped up to fight them off.

About Rhogam:
This sort of thing is supposed to be prevented with the Rhogam shot. Rhogam is given to all pregnant women who have a negative blood type at 28 weeks pregnant and then right after delivery. But Rhogam is kind of like a vaccine...and sometimes vaccines don't work. There is a 1% chance of the Rhogam not working, and guess what? I'm in that *lucky* 1%. Yay me.

So now I that I am sensitized, there is no point for me to ever have a Rhogam shot again. Kind of like if you get a chicken pox vaccine and then get the chicken pox...why would you go back and get the vaccine again?! This is something that I can't cure or will go away over time (it actually gets worse, but more on that later). These antibodies will stay in my system forever, and continue to fight off any sort of "foreign" protein (aka, my kids' red blood cells).

Antibodies:
There are all sorts of antibodies you can get when you are sensitized. You can see a full list here. (That whole website was developed by one of the girls in my ISO Facebook group and has a whole wealth of information on it!) I have Anti-D and Anti-C. Some antibodies are worse than others. Anti-C is one of the more mild antibodies, but Anti-D is actually one of the most aggressive ones out there.

Titers:
Antibodies are measured by something called a titer. Your titer level tells you how much of the antibody is in your blood. It is a ratio, which tells how many times your blood would need to be diluted to totally rid you of the antibodies. For example, since mine started as 1:4, my blood would need 4 dilutions to get rid of my antibodies. The higher your titers, the more likely is it for baby to be affected. Critical titers are considered 1:16 for Anti-D and Anti-C (for some other antibodies critical is 1:8), but my OB considered 1:8 to be critical. Once you reach critical, titers don't really mean that much anymore, and basically your antibodies will affect your baby in some way. There are moms in my ISO group who had major complications with titers of 1:2 and then some moms who had less issues than I did with titers of 1:256. It just kind of depends on which antibody you have and how aggressive it is.

MFM and MCA Scans:
Ok, so my titers hit 1:8 at 32 weeks pregnant. When they checked again to make sure at 34 weeks, my titer for Anti-D (the really bad one) was up to 1:16. So they immediately sent me to the Maternal Fetal Medicine (MFM) office that is affiliated with our hospital. MFMs are basically high risk OBs: they deal with multiples, chance of birth defects, moms with diabetes...and me of course with isoimmunization! I wrote a little about my first appointment with the MFM here. The technician at the MFM office did a very thorough ultrasound called an MCA Scan. MCA scans are used to detect fetal anemia, which is caused by my antibodies attacking Lucas's red blood cells, and thus potentially causing him to be anemic. They do this by measuring the blood flow of a certain artery to the brain. This must be done at a very specific angle and some technicians are better/more accurate at doing this than others. The MFM also checked to make sure the technician was accurate...and then usually they will take the highest number out of 3 or 4 tries. During a MCA scan, they get a PSV value (Peak Systolic Value, or how fast that blood is going into baby's brain). From this, they then calculate a Multiples of the Median (MoM) value. Lots of math that I don't understand going on here, but a MoM of 1 is normal; above 1.5 is considered anemic. During this first MFM visit and scan, Lucas's MoM was right at 1, so I was very relieved!

{Lucas at his very first MCA scan!}

To follow up, the MFM wanted me back in 2 weeks for another MCA scan. He also wanted to induce me at 38 weeks because MCA scans have been proven to be inaccurate after 37/38 weeks (some even say after 35 weeks). I went back 2 weeks later for another MCA scan, and this time Lucas's MoM was .7! Even lower, which was so awesome! The MFM joked about how big he was going to be (Lucas was estimated to be over 8 pounds!) and how he may just have to spend a day or 2 under those bill lights, but everything was going to be just fine with him. Oh, how I wish that had been the case!

So now...what was wrong with Lucas?

Short answer: He had Hemolytic Disease of the Newborn.

Long answer (and this is really long, sorry!):

I had a really standard induction and delivery, and Lucas was born on May 19, 2016 perfectly healthy, with great APGAR scores and everything. You can read about Lucas's birth here.



Direct Coombs Test
Ok, so once we recovered from birth and were moved from the delivery room to our family care room, the nurses did a Direct Coombs test on Lucas. The purpose of a Direct Coombs test is to see if there are antibodies already bound to and attacking Lucas's red blood cells. Turns out, not only was he Coombs positive, he was Direct Coombs +3. What this meant was 1) yes, my antibodies had bound to and were attacking Lucas's red blood cells, and 2) the +3 meant that 75% of his red blood cells were being attacked by my antibodies (there's 25% for each +number, if that makes any sense...so DC +1 would mean 25% of baby's red blood cells being attacked; DC +2 means 50% of their red blood cells are being attacked...). So that was really bad.

Bilirubin
They also did a bilirubin test and it was I want to say a 6? (I totally should have kept a journal or notebook recording all of these numbers!) There are several charts around the internet (this one is pretty standard), but 6 is pretty high for an hours old baby, so they put him under bill lights almost immediately. Looking back at pictures, he does look really jaundiced. Poor guy! Anyway, his bilirubin was so high because of my antibodies attacking his red blood cells (bilirubin is produced when the liver breaks down old red blood cells...and since 75% of his red blood cells were ruined from me, his liver was working pretty hard!).


{You can see how yellow Lucas looks next the the rest of our "normal" skin tones here. He was about 5/6 hours old here}

Every day we waited for his bilirubin to go down, but it kept going up. And up. And up. It was the most frustrating thing EVER! I believe the highest it was was 17.9. At around 20, they start talking about going to the NICU and doing blood transfusions, because if it gets to be that high and nothing is done, the baby could have brain damage. But luckily, Lucas's never got that high.



We wanted him to poop as much as possible, because bilirubin is released from the body through bile. So I was feeding him around the clock, then giving him formula, and then feeding him whatever I had pumped (and then pumping more for the next feeding). The whole process took about 90 minutes, so by the time I was done with everything, I had maybe an hour before I had to do it all over again. Even in the middle of the night. I was SO determined to get out of the hospital that I set my alarm to wake up every 3 hours so Lucas could poop out alllllll that bilirubin!


{we added a third light and aluminum foil to get the lights to reflect even more around day 2 or 3)

Lucas's bilirubin started to plateau around day 4 (May 23), so they decided to try him without the bili lights. What I didn't know was that bilirubin tends to peak in ISO babies around days 4-6. So guess what happened when we took him off the lights? Yep, it went from I think like 13 or 14 all the way back up to 17.7 (second highest it had ever been). That is when I had to leave him in the hospital, because they said it might be a while before he was able to be without the bili lights. (Side note: Several people asked me why would couldn't just use a bili blanket at home. Unfortunately, we couldn't use one of those because his jaundice was just too severe for that.)

Hemoglobin and Hematocrit
When Lucas was 6 days old (still in the hospital, this is now day after I had left, May 25), some new terms entered my vocabulary:

*hemoglobin: a protein in red blood cells that carries oxygen. Low hemoglobin means you are anemic.
*hematocrit: the volume percentage of red blood cells in your blood.

The doctors had been checking Lucas's hemoglobin and hematocrit (H&H) regularly, and had told me if his hematocrit fell below 20%, he would be going to the NICU for a blood transfusion ASAP. When I had left him, the last H&H check said his hematocrit was 21 or 23 (can't remember exactly) so I knew it may be a real possibility that Lucas was going to have to go to the NICU.

Sure enough, at 6 days old, that Wednesday morning, I got the bad news that Lucas's hematocrit was 19% and his hemoglobin was a scary 6 (normal is like 12-18). So off Mr. Lucas went to the NICU with me hysterically crying the entire day.

Blood Transfusions
There are 3 different kinds of transfusions that they can do in this situation: first is an exchange transfusion, which is when they take about 90% of your blood out and replace it with new blood. Another is a red blood cell transfusion.
And then in the middle of both of those is something called IVIG (intravenous immunoglobulin). Thankfully, Lucas just needed the simple RBC (red blood cell) transfusion, but they were talking about potentially doing IVIG there for a little bit.


{During his first blood transfusion}

After his first transfusion, they were able to get his hematocrit up to like 34/35%, which is good (normal is around 45%), but they wanted to get it even higher, since it would probably drop. So they did another transfusion right after the first one, in the middle of the night.
After that second transfusion, his H&H were both at good levels, so we focused on getting that jaundice under control, too.
Lucas stayed under the bili lights in the NICU for another 4 days (so at this point, he had been under the bili lights for 10 days total) before his jaundice levels started to stabilize and even decline a little bit. Since we were past the typical day 4 peak for jaundice in ISO babies, they decided to take him off the lights. But this time, instead of taking him off ALL 3 lights (oh and a blanket of lights under him) at once, the removed one light at a time. I think this helped him so much more, since it wasn't as much of a shock to his system, like removing all of the lights at once had been.


{May 30}

Thankfully, his bilirubin didn't skyrocket up again, and his H&H levels weren't dropping drastically, so we finally got to bring him home after the longest 12 days of my life!


{May 31}

Post-hospital Follow-up
 Lucas's journey didn't end once we got released from the NICU. We still needed to get his bilirubin and H&H checked regularly to make sure that his jaundice was under control and he wasn't becoming more anemic.
This is SO crucial. I've actually read about babies similar to Lucas, who ended up dying because the parents didn't know the baby needed to be monitored after they were released from the hospital. I can't even imagine!!!
ISO babies tend to develop delayed onset anemia, usually when they are 3-12 weeks old. So it is VITAL that an ISO baby's hemoglobin get checked until they are at least 12 weeks old. If baby is anemic and does not get treated, it could be deadly.

{Quick note about iron supplements: If you or I became anemic, the first thing the doctor would probably recommend would be an iron supplement. A lot of people were asking why I couldn't just give Lucas iron supplements? This could be REALLY dangerous for him, because he was anemic due to red blood cell destruction, not an iron deficiency. So if I had given him an extra iron supplement, he could have had an iron overdose, which would have been really bad.}

Looking back through his medical chart, here's what the next 3 weeks looked like for him, hemoglobin-wise:
-June 2: 11.4 (good!) His bilirubin at this point was 5.1, which was the lowest number I had ever seen for him! So we stopped checking his bili at this point.
-June 10: 9.3 (starting to get a little nervous)
-June 23: 7.9 (yikes!!)


{Ella's "job" at all of these check-ups was to hold a warming packet on Lucas's heel, so he would bleed extra well when the nurses did the heel pricks!}

So in between those 3 visits, we also went to the lab to get his hemoglobin checked a few times, too. But for some reason, I can't pull up those lab results. But they basically followed the same trend downward that we were seeing when we had his hemoglobin checked at the pediatrician's office.

Ok, so on June 23, after the pediatrician found his hemoglobin to be 7.9, she immediately sent us to the lab to double check, as well as check his hematocrit. The lab found his hemoglobin was actually even lower, 7.1, and his hematocrit was also super low at 20.4. Once the pediatrician got these results, she called me right away and said Lucas would need to go in for a blood transfusion immediately. She pulled a bunch of strings and got him in first thing the next morning at the St. Jude Affiliate Clinic. I know when a lot of people hear St. Jude, they think of cancer, but they actually do a TON of blood disease treatments there too. They told me just as many kids come there for blood transfusions and blood disorders (i.e. sickle cell anemia, hemophilia, etc.) as those who come for chemo!


{This was Lucas on the day his hemoglobin hit 7.1. You can see how pale he is!}

Reticulocytes
The people at St. Jude are absolutely phenomenal when it comes to patient care and explaining everything in easy to understand terms. Lucas's hematologist sat down with me before his transfusion (she had come in early just to oversee his transfusion!) and talked to me all about reticulocytes (retic).   The retic count tells you how quickly your body is making new red blood cells. When he was discharged from the NICU, his retic was .2, which is pretty much the lowest it can possibly be. Basically, Lucas was not making his own red blood cells very quickly. The hematologist explained that they wanted to run labs one more time to check his retic, because it would determine how much blood they would give him in the transfusion. If they gave him too much blood, it would suppress his retic and tell his body to stop making new red blood cells (because he was just getting them with no effort from his own body through this transfusion!). So they wanted to give him just the right amount that would help him to not be anemic, but also help his retic stay high, so he could keep making red blood cells on his own. (FYI, his retic was 1.2 pre-transfusion, so they were happy it had gone up, but he definitely still needed that transfusion).


{During his transfusion at St. Jude}

Follow up care at St. Jude
After Lucas's transfusion at St. Jude, we went back there regularly to check his H&H, as well as his retic. A week after the transfusion, his hemoglobin was 10.8, his hematocrit was 30.4 and his retic was 1.2. The retic had stayed the same as before the transfusion, as they predicted, because by giving him blood, his body didn't need to do anything more for new red blood cells. This is why they couldn't just keep giving him transfusion after transfusion, even though his hemoglobin was still kind of low. They wanted to give him time to make his own red blood cells.


{at one of our many check-ups at St. Jude}

The next week, his hemoglobin was 9.6, his hematocrit was 27.4 and his retic was 1.1. I started getting really worried, but they reassured me that they thought it might take another week for that retic to kick in and get going making those red blood cells.
And they were right! A week later, Lucas's retic was up to 3.18!!! Woo hoo! He was finally getting rid of my nasty antibodies all by himself, without any help from other people's blood!
His H&H were continuing to drop, but since his retic was so high and he didn't have any other symptoms of being anemic, they held off on another transfusion.

We continued to get Lucas monitored until August, when he was 3 months old. At that point, his hemoglobin was a normal level (11) and his retic was good (1.8), so he was able to be released from hematology! It was another happy day, except I do miss those wonderful people at St. Jude!


{Lucas's last visit at St. Jude...I think Ella is still missing all the fab toys they had!}

So...now what?

Lucas is a totally normal 12 month old. He does still get his hemoglobin checked at some pediatrician well visits (just like any other healthy kid would), but we are all done with the heel pricks, IVs, transfusions, hematologists, all of that! You would never know he went through any of this by looking at him, and he will have no long-term effects from any of the treatments he received.



As far as more kids, the bad news is that each pregnancy after this will only be worse. I just had my titers checked and they've already gone up from 1:16 to 1:64, which doesn't really mean anything since once you've reached critical, it is just always critical no matter the level. But it still freaked me out that they went up; I know that can't be good. I know so many ladies in my ISO Facebook group have gone through much, much worse to have kids and I am so lucky that what we went through with Lucas was super minor compared to some.
We do have a few option if we want more kids. They are supposedly coming out with a pill in the next 4-5 years, that will help block antibodies from attacking baby in the womb! I am really optimistic about this. Another option is to get Trav tested to see if he is heterozygous or homozygous for the C and D antigens...if he is hereto, that means we have a 50% chance of having a negative blood baby, and we could do an expensive version of IVF to make sure we get a negative-blood embryo. So we'll see. We just maaaay be done having kids, but never say never! 😉

Well, if you read all of that, WOW! I know it was a lot!!! But please please message me if you still have questions or you have ISO and want to join the Facebook group!
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Thursday, May 26, 2016

Life with Lucas {week 1}

We have had quite an interesting week since Lucas was born last Thursday to say the least.


His first week of life is going to look very different than Ella's was, unfortunately. 

When Lucas was just a few hours old, they found his bilirubin levels to be very, very high due to my Rh incompatibility {which I explained a little about here}, so they put him under the lights almost immediately. He looked so cute in his little "tanning bed." 


Ella was into it too.


Over the next few days, we kept getting our hopes up that we would get to leave (I was technically discharged on Saturday, but the hospital let me stay there longer on "guest status," meaning I didn't get any food/room service, but I could sleep in the bed and be with my baby), only to find out Lucas's bilirubin levels kept going up and up...and up, and it would be at least one more day there. 

So, we tried not to go crazy!
We had visitors....



...Ella got a "big sister" hospital bracelet...


...we had photo shoots (when Lucas wasn't under his lights--he could come out for half an hour every 3 hours to eat...and take pictures for Mommy!)...



{oops, totally just took this today, at a week old! close enough, right?!}

...and Lucas got to bond with his dad (aka TWIN)...


...and his big sister, who is totally convinced that he lives at the hospital at this point and is never coming home. 





She is already such a good helper!
Ella also got very educated in the world of hospitals. She loved playing with the gloves...


...and the "murse"'s stethoscope.


And of course, she still thinks she is an only child. She was trying to climb into Lucas's boppy pillow, saying "Wahhh! I'm the baby!" Oh geez.


On Monday night/Tuesday morning, Lucas's bilirubin levels FINALLY went down...low enough that we could go home! I was so excited!!!!! We had been in the hospital for SIX days at that point and I was ready to get the hell out of there! 
Before we could leave though, the doctors wanted to see how Lucas would react to being off the lights. They put him on this biliblanket instead, which is what we were going to have him on at our house, had we brought him home that day. 


Unfortunately, his levels skyrocketed Tuesday night, there was no way the doctors would let him go home. Our sweet, sweet pediatrician sat me down and told me I needed to go home and be with Ella. Trav had been telling me this since Sunday night, but I never listen to him ;) But since our pediatrician said it needed to happen (not to mention the fact that I had not left the hospital since the previous Wednesday and desperately wanted to shower in my own shower and sleep in my own bed...), I left. I left my poor baby in the hospital. It was the hardest thing I think I have ever done in my entire life. I cried and cried and cried and cried. It was so SO awful, and I hope that none of you ever have to experience something like that. 

{Our room for 6 days! If I never see it again, it will be too soon!}

I went home and pumped and cried, and cried and pumped. The next morning (this was yesterday now), I took all of the milk I had pumped up to the hospital, and I also got to visit and nurse Lucas while I was there. 
But while I was there, we found out that Lucas's hemoglobin and hematocrit had dropped massively, causing him to be anemic and needing a blood transfusion. They didn't do these types of things in the regular newborn unit, so he was transferred to the NICU. All of this totally freaked me out, and I spent most of the day balling my eyes out (again). Postpartum hormones certainly didn't help this situation either! 

I went to see Lucas in the NICU for the first time yesterday as he was getting his transfusion. I walked in and totally lost. it


I hope, again, this is something you never have to experience. If you've ever had a baby in the NICU, I have a special place in my heart for you now. It is so scary to see such a little guy hooked up to all of these machines. 

However, Lucas didn't seem to mind, and even gave me a smile when we went to see him last night!


He is definitely handling all of this like a trooper. He is eating great and is a very chill baby. He doesn't even flinch when they prick his heel (which they do twice a day to check his bilirubin levels) and he loves his paci. 

The silver lining is that this whole anemia/jaundice thing is not a lifelong problem. Red blood cells reproduce every 60 days, and that's where this whole issue stems from: my antibodies attacked his red blood cells, which is why he's having all of these problems right now. But, in 60 days (or hopefully sooner!) this will all be behind us because he will have all new red blood cells. And you will never know that he went through all of this! 

We don't know how long Lucas will be in the hospital, but are hopeful that it will be only a week or 2 longer. We are so grateful to everyone who has reached out to help our family and pray for us...it means more than you know!

In the meantime, I'll be balancing life between the hospital and life with my favorite 2 year old (who still thinks she is an only child)!